But Ning Que's efforts are destined to be in vain. He really wants to break through the gap between practitioners and ordinary people, so he has been working hard.

Then, he fell down gracefully.

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Looking at Ning Que being carried out, Jiu Ge also shook his head.

I thought to myself: Ning Que, how many days will you persist after being reminded?

At this time, Yu Lian stopped copying small regular script and said to Jiu Ge: "Junior Brother Ninth, you pay so much attention to a student, what's so special about him?"

"He is not special. He is neither a genius nor beautiful. It would be shameless to say so." Jiuge replied casually.

"Really..."

"The key is that the old man also appreciates his shamelessness."

Yu Lian was even more confused. How could a person who was unable to practice receive the teacher's attention?

Thinking of this, she turned to look at Jiuge, and what she responded to was Jiuge's half-smiling expression.

That’s right, it’s easy to improve a person’s physique with just the thing in Jiu Ge.

Even if you don’t have that item, there is still Chen Pipi’s Tongtian Meatballs.

With Jiuge's unruly temper, if Chen Pipi doesn't give...

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The next day, Ning Que went upstairs as usual.

He has now guessed what Jiu Ge is thinking.

He probably wants to see his perseverance.

Ning Que knew that he was relatively stupid in this aspect because he had no talent at all.

However, Ning Que didn't think this was his fault.

He has sold everything except his life and Sangsang. If this is not enough, then Master Haotian is too ruthless.

He has no cultivation potential, but he has enough combat experience. Facing those old mysterious books, he decided to use a fighting attitude and a determined spirit to chop down the mountain blocking him bit by bit.

.

No matter how long it takes, he will hold on!

No matter what the result is, if you work hard, it will be enough.

No big deal, just practice demon cultivation.

However, with the sound of falling to the ground, Ning Que fainted again.

The blurry writing floated off the paper again and began to buzz and vibrate in his mind. Ning Que felt that the vibrations were not even like paddling, but more like the cold wind on the grassland. He felt like he was fighting with countless fierce people.

Horse thieves fight.

This has been the case for half a month.

As people continued to fall to the ground, more and more people gave up on the books on the second floor. After all, these books were too obscure and difficult to understand for these losers who had never even entered Buhuo.

Among the students of this generation, the one with the highest cultivation level is probably Xie Chengyun of the Southern Jin Dynasty.

Jiuge couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the second floor where there were only Ning Que and Xie Chengyun.

When did the younger generation of Datang become so... weak?

If things continue like this, the future of Datang will be worrying!

Jiuge shook his head and continued to lower his head, not knowing what he was writing.

The spring is getting stronger and the temperature is getting higher, but the college students have made no progress in the challenge of the old library, and are gradually losing miserably. In the following days, due to unforgettable experiences, most students have confirmed that the books in the old library are of great significance to them.

I am completely unable to cope with it, and fewer and fewer people go to the second floor.

After half a month passed, Xie Chengyun, the only one left, finally gave up his pride and went downstairs holding on to the railing.

On the sixteenth day, Ning Que continued to go upstairs. This time, he was the only one.

A group of people stopped Ning Que and refused to let him go upstairs.

There are those who dissuade him, and there are those who sympathize with him, but most of them do not want him to steal the limelight from Xie Chengyun, and they are unhappy with Ning Que.

Especially they were unwilling to let all the attention of the academy be snatched away by the soldiers from the border town in front of them.

However, General Yunhui's daughter sincerely advised Ning Que not to go up there again. Of course, it was more for the sake of her best friend Jin Wucai.

I am obsessed with Xie Chengyun.

"Haotian has given all things to his people, and all you need to do is accept it! There are so many people here at this time, and most of them can't practice, but we are not as unwilling to give up or even jealous like you! I know very well what you want

What should you do? You know that you can't enter the second floor, so you use some unorthodox tricks to make it impossible for Chengyun to enter the second floor! But have you ever thought about it, this is harmful to others and not beneficial to yourself...

”

Before "Master Zhong" could finish speaking, a hair flew straight towards him.

The "Master Zhong" was so frightened that he froze on the spot and let the brush pass through his ear.

Everything happened so fast that no one could realize what was going on. There was already a bloody mark on the face of "Master Zhong", and the blood flowed down his cheek and turned red.

Clothes.

Everyone took a breath and looked at the owner of the brush.

At this time, everyone finally saw Jiu Ge, who appeared slowly, and the dark little black girl holding a knife beside him.

When Sang Sang saw Ning Que, she also held a knife and rushed towards Ning Que.

"When will the people of the Tang Dynasty start to believe in such illusory things as Haotian?"

Seeing Jiu Ge appear, all the students hurriedly saluted.

Zhong Dajun's face became extremely ugly. It was not the ugly look of anger before, but the ugly look of fear. Although he came from the Yangguan family, he could not compare with the person who threw the brush, regardless of status or strength.

Moreover, if he had thrown the brush more accurately just now, he would probably have gone to see Haotian.

When Xie Chengyun saw Jiu Ge appear, he dragged his "seriously ill" body and saluted Jiu Ge.

When Jiuge saw this, he waved his hand in disgust and looked at Ning Que.

He was a little surprised, Xie Chengyun is from the Southern Jin Dynasty, how can you be so proud in the Tang Dynasty?

"Same for you. I, Datang, never show off my words, only my fists. Why bother competing with a bunch of losers?"

When Ning Que heard this, he also scratched his head: "I went upstairs because I wanted to, and it has nothing to do with them."

Jin Wucai looked at Jiuge with slightly wet eyes: "Sir, Zhong Dajun is also eager to protect his friends, and he doesn't have any malicious intentions."

If you want to ask what else Jiu Ge hates most in his life, there is only one thing - thinking about people like Jin Wucai.

Because you are a nymphomaniac, and then everyone has to make way for your nymphomaniac?

Therefore, Jiu Ge never looked at Jin Wucai from beginning to end.

"Go wherever you need to go."

When everyone heard this, they also retreated in twos and threes.

Sangsang supported Ning Que, and it looked like he was going to continue going upstairs.

But looking at the knife behind Sangsang's back, Ning Que couldn't help but be a little confused: "Sangsang, why did you bring the knife?"

Sang Sang also pointed at Jiuge very innocently and said: "The little brother said that Master, you are in trouble. He asked me to bring a knife and said that you wanted to chop someone."

Ning Que looked at Jiuge, also confused.

When did he say he was going to kill people?

Looking at Jiuge's half-smiling eyes, Ning Que seemed to understand.

When Jiuge saw Ning Que looking at him, he also smiled and said: "Ning Que, you have proven what perseverance is in the past half a month. Next..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiu Ge's aura suddenly surged, and his aura was like a deep ocean, overwhelmingly sweeping away.

Ning Que's pupils narrowed instantly.

In his field of vision, he could only see sword shadows all over the sky, and endless sword shadows shrouded him.

He is just an injured loser now, how can he resist such a strong sense of oppression?

Ning Que felt that his muscles all over his body were stiff, and even breathing became difficult.

This power is too strong!

However, Sang Sang stood there obediently as if she didn't feel anything. She looked at Ning Que and wondered why the young master was sweating so much in this kind of weather.

Ning Que's forehead suddenly broke out in cold sweat, which dripped down to the temples.

At this moment, Jiu Ge also withdrew his sword-like momentum.

He patted his clothes calmly, as if the move just now was just a joke.

Seeing this scene, the group of students around them were astonished.
To be continued...